Mutant Strange-Love

So, like when the apple pie in my mind

Is beginning to grow furry green slime

And I am craving element U-239

When the reticulated anaconda

That was comatose in my mutant genes

Slithers up my spine expecting to dine

Well, where do you think I’ll be seen

I‘ll be in the basement with a secret love

I am sure that the Russians are in a tiff

Wondering where she could ever be

Probably has them a little bit miffed 

But then she’s not much to flaunt herself

At parties or too make the fashion page

Oh sure presidents and kings all want her

And she is still desired as a tabloid rage

And there is not enough Holy Water

For anyone to just sit around and sip

To protect them from the burning nightmare

Of the thing she is when she’s really ripped

You might say she’s  a b***h at achieving

Critical mass, In my mewling mutant

Mind, I plotted mayhem for a time 

It would be just the two of us truants

Sharing the eternal wonder of half-life

And if my mutant lips had been as good 

At kissing as my purple pecker was 

At pissing gobs of greenish goo could

It be? I guess I could have found someone

A bit sweeter but never anyone neater

It’s time to stumble down the stairway

Someone has already started up their heater

Wow, I just have to rest a minute now 

  

Mutant eyes glowing with  latent cobalt fire

I just sit enraptured with warped nucleic love

All encased in metal her half-life I desire 

My hearts are palpitating and I blush

As I brush her shinny case, I rush

To hide my shame but green bloods

On the boil, I feel like a wanton lush

As lust overwhelming fills my head

I stiffen in anticipation as I…

Apply polish to her burnished skin

I know what ticks inside her lying

At her core, a radioactive warhead

And who with all there marbles could ever

Ask for more, Oh my loves encased in metal

And tritium makes her trip and I never

Could love another it’s her half-life I crave

She turns me on more than nitro or a

Fulminating mercury drip, she’s the 

B***h of heavy metal and as I lay

My loving hands upon her I pray

That I might be there when she explodes someday

Yes she is the b***h of heavy metal 

And tritium makes her trip, I would pay

For the pleasure give up a life of leisure

Just to brush my lips upon her button

And watch her, as she achieves critical 

Mass. But do not think I am a glutton 

She has got plenty of fiery love to share

And once she goes critical well,

 who am I to care? 

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